User blog comment:SalemtheCruel/Invaders of Southsward/@comment-32303-20120308143343

Deadeye skids to a halt, soaked in sweat and panting heavily, his sides heaving as he skids to a halt and leans back against a wall, struggling for breath. Out of instinct, he nocks a shaft to his bow and holds it at the ready in case of an attack.